http://gods-bestie.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] gods-bestie.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] badfic_manor2011-03-11 06:59 pm

3rd Order ] Claudia Wolf [ Accidental Video

[Claudia can be seen running through the halls of the hotel, occasionally looking back over her shoulder. She has a pronounced limp and her face is contorted in pain. A crash is heard and Claudia screams. Cheeping and little squeaking noises can be heard in the background. She turns a corner and trips on a large chair that had been overturned in the hall. Sprawling face first, she heard a loud crack and instant pain flooded her arm. Her wrist snapped violently as she had fallen onto it. Holding her arm, she attempted to get off the ground, but the pain was too much and she collapsed. A small green dinosaur jumped up onto the chair she had tripped on, squealing in her face.

It landed on her chest and attempted to bite her nose. She punched it hard, sending it flying off of her. It jumped back up and hissed, followed rapidly by 10 more of the small dinosaurs. All of them together was too much for her despite her frantic flailing and attempts to get them off of her. Bites to her face, hands, body, arms and legs; all of it too much. Pain raged in her mind as she screamed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shattered window pane, glass littering the floor. She rolled onto her stomach, dragging herself with her good arm, strength flooding her with the idea of hope. Finally her hand settled on sharp glass.

She grabbed a large chunk of it, slicing her palm. The smell of blood frenzied the little dinosaurs as they continued their assault. Claudia brought the makeshift knife down on the first one, severing its head. Blood sprayed in her face and covered her dress. One after one the compys fell, their bodies being flung in every possible direction. The remainders who skittered outside her reach left, in search of their fallen brethren and hopefully a quick meal. Exhausted, Claudia slumped on the floor, the blood of the beasts mixing with her own. Gingerly she touched her neck. The gaping wound there would kill her if she did not find help soon. Now she was too weak to move.]


Help...please.

[She began to cry...she did not want to die.]

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